Thursday, August 11, 2005

Not yet son, not yet.

An exchange with Felix, which I belive was spurred by lack of parent control over television viewing and just WAY too much watching of The Suite Life - a HIDEOUS program that is basically this generation's answer to Full House.F: Mummy, am I grounded?M: Not yet mate, not yet.F: When will you ground me?M: Probably when you're around 15 and sneak out of the house at night.F: Why?M: Because that's not what you do.F: Why?M: Because I hope that as you get older we have a wonderful relationship where we talk to each other have respect for each other. So that you understand there will be times I don't let you do something, and you understand I'm not doing it to ruin your life or because I am mean, but because I love you and want the best for you.F: Where would I go to?M: When?F: When I sneak out of the house?M: Well, you won't do that so it doesn't matter.F: But if I did.M: probably to a friends house or something.F: Like a party.M: Yes, maybe.F: But why wouldn't you let me go to a party?M: Can we have this discussion when the situation arises? Not now, because I'm sure, in a decade neither you nor I will recall it.F: OK.M: OK.F: But can you still ground me?M: Sure Felix. You're grounded.F: Cool.